The Spy Who Loved Her - Melissa Schroeder

The Spy Who Loved Her

I thought I would share a little bit of one of my historicals with you. I really can’t wait to dive back into writing them and I will do it soon. Historicals are my first love and I always like to live in that world while I am writing it. This book has a special place in my heart. Daniel and Anna are two of my favorite characters and Scott Carpenter did a fantastic cover for this book. I just LOVED it. This is actually one of my two favorite scenes in the book:)



For a moment, every thought in Anna’s mind dissolved except for one. Daniel was kissing her. His mouth firmly moved over hers, his breath feathered over her skin. In the next instant she felt his tongue glide over her lips. The intimacy of the contact caused her to gasp again. He took full advantage of her parted lips and slipped his tongue inside.

Warmth spiraled through her veins, her head spun. He cupped her face as he slanted his mouth over hers, taking complete and absolute possession. She stopped resisting and just allowed herself to feel. His gloved hands were warm against her flesh, his mouth hot, wet. She could taste the brandy he had drunk earlier. She mimicked his movements by slipping her tongue into his mouth, along his. He groaned and pulled her against him. The heat of him was just amazing. It seeped through her clothes, warmed her. But it was not enough. She needed to be closer, needed to feel his body next to hers.

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled her onto his lap. He balanced her weight with one hand at her back. He slid the other down to cup her breast. His fingers moved over her nipple. It tightened painfully.

She should be shocked to her toes, but she could not seem to gather the thoughts to do so. His fingers glided over the sheer fabric of her bodice and she was lost. She arched against his hand as he continued to kiss her. She did not even protest when he tugged on the delicate fabric and her breast sprang free.

Cold air rushed over her skin, but the next moment, his hand slipped over it. He enticed her, his tongue calling to her, sending waves of heat sparking through her entire body. He continued to seduce her as his fingers moved over her nipple, teasing her. Heat gathered low in her belly and tugged at something she knew had to be lust.

When he tore his mouth away, she opened her mouth to protest, but it ended on a moan as he set his mouth to the column of her neck. As he kissed his way down, she felt the nip of his teeth, the flat of his tongue against her pulse. But he did not stop there. He leaned her back as he continued his way down until he replaced his hand with his mouth.

Shocked and more than a little embarrassed, she pressed her hands against his shoulders but soon found herself slipping her fingers through his hair and urging him on. He moved his tongue over the tip of her nipple, the scrape of his teeth…

She needed to stop this before both of them regretted it. In the next instant, she shivered as he sucked the entire nipple into his mouth.


He lifted his head and looked at her. The heat in his eyes sent a shiver of panic through her. It was too much, almost too overwhelming.

“Say it.” His tone dripped with desire.

She shifted on his lap as her most secret of places dampened, throbbed.

“Say what?”

“My name, say it again. Just like you did.”

She drew in a deep breath. “Danny.”

His eyes grew more intense, the rigid lines in his face more distinct.

He practically growled as he pulled down the rest of her top and bared her other breast. Without preamble, he set about driving her mad in the same manner. Warmth rolled through her, over her nerve endings. Everything that had gathered in her stomach tightened, then dropped between her legs. The pressure caused her to shift again on his lap. This time she felt his hardened manhood against her hip. She stilled as he groaned. Embarrassed, she felt another kind of heat fill her face.

“Oh, Danny, I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

He looked at her, a wry smile playing about his lips. The look made him look years younger.

“Anna, you didn’t hurt me.” He took her face in his hands and drew her near. The molten gold in his eyes shined with admiration and honesty. “You destroyed me.”


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